Wealthy mind where poverty rules!

So many strange shades on human face
Painting pools of cosmic dust
Pile upon pile of milky smile
No traces of rot.
Every shade seems soothing
I marvel, how do we fly
over a land of shadows' rule
with the broken wings?

Baskets fill with fulgent eyes
Housed inside, pans of fuliginous thoughts
Wealthy mind where poverty rules!

Can we sail as Magellan 
for touching corners of the human heart
Or pluck scattered intention 

of darkness

Let's forget those smiles, 
the tears, the butterflies
bustling of the meadows
of those decayed dreams.